One Shots.

I'm Scared, Mum. (H.B.C)

⚠️TW: Attempted kidnapping (flashback) and attempted sexual assault. ⚠️

Running far away, through a forest i don't even recognise. I don't remember any forests around London, but i just have the need to run fast and far. I don't know why or what from, I need to run.

I closed my eyes as i crouched down behind a tree, hoping whatever I was running from had lost me or had found something else to chase after.

"Oh, little girl...." something spoke as I pressed my head into the tree trunk.

My heart was beating hard and fast against my chest, my hands shaking and my muscles aching from how long i had been running.

"I only want to see your pretty face, you're mummy has a pretty face..." it's voice was deep and sounded like it was close, "She's oh... so beautiful..."

The voice rang though me like an electric shock, the voice is a constant reminder of what could've happened that day...

(Back story to the dream) ~

When I was twelve, my mother let me go to the playground that was only down the road and play for a few hours. It was winter so it was getting dark fast, so I accidentally stayed out longer than I should've. When I realised how long i had stayed out for I started to walk home.

"Y/N, mum is going to be worried sick." I spoke to myself as I started to fasten my pace up the road.

I hate the dark. It's my worst fear, even if there is a small street light lighting my way. It's still frightening what lurks out there, in the dark; hidden...

I was right, you can't be safe alone when you're a young girl at night on the streets.

A scruffy, middle age man approached me. He towered over me, his scent being of alcohol and something else foul- which i now realise and assume to be drugs, yet i have no idea what it was.

"What could a little girl... like you be doing outside when it's dark?..." When he spoke his finger dragged along my cheek bone and down to my jaw, pushing up my chin to stare back at him, "Don't be frightened," He said , "I just want a little play..."

At that moment, i knew i had to run. His hands had already gripped onto my shoulders to hold me in place. I breathed heavily as i racked my brain for something to do, i did the first thing that came to my mind. I lifted my right knee up into his crouch just fast enough that he bucked forward and fell onto the concrete floor.

It's safe to say, i haven't see that man in a long while. Well, only in my sleep.

(End of backstory).

"It's just a dream, Y/N, it's just a dream..." I repeated to myself as my hands continued to shake and my breathing was still rapid.

"Or is it?"

I jumped forward from my pillow, the feeling of tear ran down my face and i pressed my hand to my chest as i felt it tighten.

I heard footsteps out of the door and in the hallway, my bedroom door creaking open as the footsteps paused for a second and then in walked my mother. Her hair was all pushed to her right should and was braided neatly, small curly strands of hair framed her face.

"Oh, my princess..." She whispered, shuffling towards my bed and setting down on the edge of my bed, her legs crossed as she pulled me towards her and resting my head on her shoulder.

"Mum- he's back- he won... he wont- go..." I sobbed loudly into her shoulder, gripping tightly onto her silk nightgown.

"Who's back, baby?..." She whispered as she rubbed my back, causing me to pull away from her.

"The bad man? He- he touched me...." I whisper as i grabbed my left shoulder with my right hand, continuing to sob at the feeling of it,
"I'm scared, Mum..."

She knew exactly what i meant, shuffling her back against the head board of my bed and pulling me so i rested on her chest and upper stomach. I closed my eyes, small whimpers and sobs escaping my lips as i calmed down ever so slowly. I felt the relaxing feeling of my mother running her manicured nails through my hair and braiding a few pieces.

"You're hair is so soft and beautiful..." She mumbled, my head tilting up
to her.

"Momma?" I question, her face lighting up at the name i called her, after not having called her by that since i was eight, "What happens if that man is still there, out there and he wants to-"

"No, darling, this was over three years ago. He will not be coming back for you, he's either in jail for drugs or another thing he has done like he did to you or..." She sighed and pushed my hair away from my forehead, "Dead, if he's not then i'll be the one to-"

"Mum!" I giggle in a small gasp.

"Im joking, i'm joking- partly...." She smiled against my forehead as she laid a small tender kiss on it.

I closed my eyes again, trying to put all my focus on a good dream and my mother stroking her hands and fingers through my hair as her attempt at soothing me. My hand wrapped around her waist and i buried my head into her side.

"No one's going to harm you, darling..." She spoke in a soft tone, a small grin on my face as i knew what she was doing, "Not while i'm around..."

Soon after that i fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.